The rain in the Ash Wastes smelled like burning iron.Kael knelt on the mud-slicked stone, his knees raw and bleeding. The silver chains bound tight across his chest burned his skin, but the cold metal was nothing compared to the agony in his chest."By order of the Alpha Council," high elder Vane’s voice echoed over the gathering pack, "Kael of the Bloodmoon lineage is hereby stripped of his rank, his name, and his inheritance."Low growls vibrated through the crowd of hundreds. Once, those same wolves would have lowered their heads in respect to his bloodline. But a bloodline meant nothing without a wolf's soul. At eighteen, when every werewolf’s inner beast awakened, Kael’s core had remained cold, silent, and shattered."You were born broken, Kael," Vane spat, stepping closer. "A wolf without a soul is just an insult to the Moon Goddess. Your father died leaving us a line of trash."Kael raised his head. Water streamed down his bruised face, but his dark eyes didn't flinch. "
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